Moving towards me over the dead men.
Red, red were his hands and feet and a great hole in his side,
Yet glory seemed to blaze about his head;
“Kinder to man, truer to God,” he whispered, and then died;
Falling down, arms outspread.
Ere darkness fell upon me with the faintness and the pain,
I saw a mangled body lying prone
Upon the earth beside me. But what I can’t explain
Is—The stretcher-bearers found me quite alone.
But, howsoe’er it happened, it matters not at last,